February 2012
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just went out to walk my dog and it was foggy you couldn’t see anything like you’d get lost really easily but it was really pretty too and i just wanted to pass out in the grass and stay there
groupsexinthekremlin:
do you ever think when you’re lying on your floor being all self-pitying that “wow i’m so deep i should turn my pain into art and write a tortured existential novel i am this century’s camus everyone will love me and all the crushing feelings of hopelessness will be worth it” and then you realise you’re just a boring stupid teenager????
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art-type blog →
horriblegirl:
Bob Dylan’s answering machine...
thawing:
أنا طائر غريب، لكنني لست حتى الطيور، وهذا أغرب جز.
“I’m a strange bird, but I’m not even a bird, and that’s the strangest part.”
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“she is overtaken by a sensation of unbeing. there is no other word for it.”
– The Hours of Michael Cunningham (via seabois)
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omg i forgot that i had toothpaste in my mouth and i think ive burned off all my taste buds
harrydaniels:
Some say that knowledge is something that you never have. Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap. Some say that heaven is hell. Some say that hell is heaven.
“I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”
– Vincent Van Gogh (via coeurdelune)
seabois:
When F. Scott Fitzgerald was 6 years old he had a birthday party to which nobody came. He waited on the porch all afternoon in his freshly pressed suit but nobody showed, so at last he went inside and ate his entire birthday cake, including several candles.
harrydaniels:
Going Down - The Stone Roses
